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SAGAU x Creator! Reader
Apologies for the lateness. I just recently opened my Tumblr again and didn't notice that I left this for almost a month hehe
I couldn't reply to you all, but I made sure to add those who asked into the tag list. Though apparently, there's a 50 mentions per post limit here in tumblr? T-T
“Your grace, we finally managed to get almost everyone. We also made sure to keep the nations pre-occupied by random attacks on their territory. And as promised, we only gave the visionless people minor injuries and no animals were harmed.” An Abyss Herald informed you, kneeled in front of you as you sat on your Abyssal throne, one that everyone was quite persistent for you to accept, even if temporary. You honestly didn’t want to, but you accepted with a condition that it’s only till Khaenri’ah got its people back, which they thankfully agreed to.
request from @ventisflute - "Can you do a xiao x reader where the reader goes on an adventure into dragonspine but doesn't return. He goes wild with worry looking for her for days, and she finally comes back days later nearly dead."
a/n - i most certainly can! sorry about this taking literal months to get done :( i'm not the best at keeping up with requests but i hope you enjoy this! i didn't end up using pronouns a whole lot so it turned into more of a gender neutral drabble, i hope that's okay!
pairing - xiao x gender neutral reader
word count - 1501
genre - fluff, hurt/comfort
format - drabble
warnings - mentions of death, slight descriptions of injuries, xiao picks you up
summary - you've always been one to keep your word, so when you don't return home from your trip to dragonspine, xiao begins to worry
xiao has known dragonspine to be a place of peril: it reeked of death and putrid purple flames, with just a hint of snowy, magical ambience. you had seemed to tunnel visioned right past the whole "dangerous and perilous paths" part of dragonspine and bolted straight towards its snowy ambience, and though xiao could not exactly identify what had you so transfixed on the barren mountain of frost, he knew there was no stopping your soaring eagle's heart once it had taken flight.
"that place...why, it's quite convenient for when alcohol meets frost, but asides from that it's rather easy to get lost." the bard had...warned him, to put it lightly, and though he considered the drunken fool's word to be often unreliable, xiao couldn't help but feel the sudden need to hook his arms around your waist and anchor you to the warmth of liyue, where under his wing you'd be sheltered.
unfortunately for him, you insisted that the ruins up in the snowy mountains demanded that your boots lay imprints in the pure, white snow, and that the various ruins that littered the landscape be studied under your careful eye.
"i'll be back before you know it! you don't need to worry so much about me, y'know?" you'd said with a bright grin to match the cheekiness in your voice.
"i promise, we'll have some almond tofu together when i return."
you left him with those words and a tender hug that sent his heart aflutter, but a gnawing feeling of paranoia tugged at his consciousness despite the faith he held in you.
he wished he listened to that feeling once the date for you to come home had passed.
more content utc!
—where you woke up after being unconscious for a long time
CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
THEMES. hurt with comfort, more fluff than angst
WARNINGS. huge implication of being in comatose
NOTES. hello! this is a little late because it got longer than i anticipated i hope you will like this one! this is just an idea that i came up with before and listed it in my checklist so i hope that i was able to do it with justice! i’m officially out of my break now so i’ll try to post one daily (if not every other day~) so yep hello again!
ALBEDO had rarely gone home before. But now, he was always in Mondstadt and the Church, where you were being taken care of by the Sisters while he momentarily leaves and comes back soon anyway. Word got around soon that his lover, you, had unfortunately fell ill and couldn’t wake up. So that’s why the genius Alchemist had gone down from the cold paths to his laboratory on the freezing mountain, everybody thought. They rarely see his face in the streets and now, they would frequently see him on a daily, carrying a bunch of flowers neatly wrapped in a bouquet on one hand while the other holds a sketch book.
When you woke up, he was beside you. There was a distant look on his eyes as his gaze was focused on one of the windows, looking afar outside. The light of the sun draped over his beautiful face, hair messily styled as usual. Everything was silent until he turned back to your form and his eyes met you. You could see the way they widened ever so slightly before it softened when he smiled, prompting himself to stand and walk by your side. He traces his hand on the side of your face and you could barely let out a few words, breath taken away by his appearance. What you didn’t know, he was feeling the same way.
“You had your beauty sleep for far too long, darling, but I know you’d come back to me.”
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—when they saw or thought you’re wearing another person’s clothes (spoiler: they’re jealous)
CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
THEMES. jealousy, mostly fluff… maybe slightly suggestive on kazuha
NOTES. some imagines are kind of longer than others and maybe it’s just me being bias but anyway hahhaha this is kind of difficult to write for some characters (especially childe’s and kaeya’s) so i apologize if i probably made them ooc (i hope they’re not aaa) anyways enjoy!<333
ALBEDO is an intellectual. He knows which clothes are yours or what type of clothing you usually wear. However, with the coat that he saw on you today—which was partially oversized for your own form, he felt an inkling of curiosity mixed with irritation somehow. “Darling, is this yours?” he looks at the coat as he holds onto your shoulders, as if examining it as if it did not really fit your stature at all.
Perhaps it’s another man’s, then?
“Ah, yes! Master Diluc leant it to me after he saved me from the Hillichurls by the foot of the mountain.”
“Master Diluc, huh,” there was a sense of distaste in his tongue that he couldn’t fathom—a bitterness that he did not know where it originated.
Somehow, just the thought of you wearing another person’s clothes makes him feel that something is wrong.
“Perhaps… I could lend you mine? I’m not cold anyway.”
“No, it’s alright-”
“Please wear mine,” his hands dropped to yours, holding them gently with an evident frown on his face, “I feel uncomfortable to see you like this, love… I think I now understand what jealousy means.”
bro what abt flustering childe 🙇♀️🙇♀️
a/n: sorry for the short response, nonnie
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“hey, y/n,” childe leans on your desk. “do you know what this shirt is made of?”
oh gods. not this again. it was always this same joke.
“if you say boyfriend material, i’m going to tear that stupid shirt off you,” you grumble half heartedly at your flirty friend, staring back down at the paperwork in front of you and attempting to busy yourself with anything but his distracting presence.
“oh?” childe laughs. “don’t threaten me with a good time.”
dumb, stupidly attractive fatui man. you think to yourself before setting your own down and staring up at him. a smug smirk sits on his face as one of his hands splays itself across the deep mahogany material of the work desk you sit at. being a wangsheng funeral parlor worker had its perks. dealing with childe was wasn’t one of them.
“anyways,” childe humphs dramatically. “it is made of boyfriend material! isn’t that just amaz-“
“listen,” you groan, biting back the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. “every time you come in here, you tell me your shirt is made of boyfriend material. yet, somehow, you’re not my boyfriend. ask me out and maybe that’ll be a true statement.”
childe stares at you.
“you’re serious?” he asks, cautiously, causing you to nod in annoyance. you had deadlines to complete. sure, he is annoying, but the harbinger is also incredibly endearing in his innocent efforts to woo you, even if they are repetitive.
“oh.” the word falls out of childe’s lips clumsily. you watch as his face darkens in hue, rapidly turning pink and red at your words.
“so, uh,” childe sputters, trying to act like he definitely isn’t flustered. it’s a bad attempt, yet it’s adorable nonetheless. “when can i-“
his voice cracks and his eyes widen at his break in composure. he quickly clears his throat as his face reddens even further and leans in closer to you.
“when can i take you on a date?” childe finally manages to spit out. “i’m free whenever you are.”
,,,,imagine . dancing with househusband childe in the kitchen. actually anything with househusband childe
a/n: nonnie i didnt know if u wanted kids involved or not so i passed on them LOL. modern au, gn!reader.
you walk into your home and it smells of chemicals. the pungent smell of bleach and the type of lemon scent derived only from the likes of clorox and its kin waft through the air and you wince.
"jeez, you ever think of opening some windows?" you call out into the studio apartment. your lover isn't visible from the doorway, yet the light that exits the bathroom lets you know exactly where he is. instead of greeting him, you slip off your shoes and walk over to the closest window, unlatching it and hoisting up the lower glass pane, breathing in a sigh of relief at the immediate gust of fresh air that moves through the place.
"opening the windows would mean i'm weak, comrade!" the far-too-cheery voice responds and you roll your eyes, knowing full and well that he can't see you as you move around the apartment and unlatch the windows.
"weak for wanting to breathe?!" you ask. "i swear, ever since you retired from the fatui, you've been desperate to fight everyth-"
your words are cut off by a pair of firm arms enclosing themselves around your waist, causing you to let out a slight yelp of surprise. your back presses into the familiar, solid torso of none other than your lover, childe, who chuckles at the way you immediately relax upon recognizing the feeling of his figure.
"warn me next time, sheesh," you mutter halfheartedly, which only makes childe lean in closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. his breath tickles your ear.
"that ruins the fun then, darling," he coos and you feel your face flush as his words drop down to a sultry tone. childe's hands wander to your hips as he presses a kiss to the spot just behind your ear, but before you become putty in his hands, a sudden realization has you bursting into giggles. the trail of kisses childe leaves down your neck is interrupted as your laughter only increases, causing childe's grip to loosen and allow you to turn around.
Somebody please take the paint away from me.
-You inherited the house from your grandmother. It had been in the family for generations and because of her old age (including poor eye sight and hearing) had fallen into despair.
-Maybe you could renovate the home and use some rooms an air bnb thing. So you moved in and got to work cleaning.
-It wasn't terrible, at least not structurally. It should look much better after thorough cleaning and some fresh paint. Grandma loved her wall paper.
-After a week you were convinced the house was haunted, no matter which key you used the basement and attic doors wouldn't unlock.
-You swear you hear foot steps in the house a night, but you never find anyone or anything. The footsteps make you think of a group of children running together... it's unsettling.
-Your stuff starts to go missing but by this point you've convinced yourself that you're just paranoid.
-Until you pass by the basement and notice the door ajar...
-The basement isn't as dusty as the rest of the house and you found a small pile of your things near the bottom of the stairs. Your lost shoe, the book you were reading, even the feather duster you planned on throwing away.
-Then there was a thud behind you, at the top of the stairs. You turned around and shrieked, whatever you were staring at shrieked back.
-Blocking the door was a man, but not really a man. Only the top half of a man with the lower body of spider. Maybe it was the fear but he looked to be twice your size.
-As he began to descend down the stairs you picked up your lost shoe and chucked it at him. Not the smartest idea because the thing tripped, and proceeded to fall down the stairs, knocking you over in the process. You figure you must've hit your head against something because you blacked out.
-You came to on the couch in the living room, you were wrapped in a blanket and could hear sniffling across the room
-The spider was crying, "I thought I killed you! Oh it's all my fault, I wasn't supposed to scare you, Nona told me to take care of you but I was too shy because she said I may scare you at first so I was going to hide. But then I got lonely and now you almost died."
-"You knew my grandma?"
-The spider seemed more scared than you. He explained that he lived in the house for most of his life and you grandmother was fully aware. Not fazed that she was willing to do such a thing or that she didn't tell anyone. She was eccentric and wary of the government.
-Apparently she talked about all of her family to the spider, named Greyson, especially how she was leaving the house to you. She thought you'd be the best fit with him since you two were close in age and "single, whatever that means" Greyson shrugged innocently.
-Grandma always tried to play matchmaker while she was alive, so this was unsurprising.
Hihi! Can you write a short about an Elf getting all flustered around his tiny human assistant and he can’t understand why he’s all clumsy around her? Please :)!
Here is a cute elf man for you ( /)^3^ )/)
Male Elf (Elon) x Female Reader
You lean forward, curiously watching as skilled hands chop herbs with deft accuracy. It takes only a moment for him to realize you are watching him, but in that moment he manages to fumble and drop what he is working on, his knife bouncing off the cutting board and unbalancing his whole setup.
You step back and wince as everything clatters to the floor in a noisy cacophony. Elon pulling his long white hair back from his face, as he blows out a puff of air and sighs. As a potion maker's assistant, you hadn’t expected to get in this much trouble right off the bat. In the couple of weeks that you had been studying underneath him. It felt like everything you did, even something passive, would end up making some kind of mess. Sure you were still an apprentice in training. . . but given half the chance you knew you would be of help!
That was the determination that had pushed you to keep trying.
Both of you go to bend over in an attempt to rectify the mess. You almost knock heads with him in the process, faces meet inches from one another. His clear amethyst eyes flutter open wide as his monocle falls onto the floor. You squeak, quickly trying to profusely apologise. You hurry to pick up his monocle off the floor and hand it back to him. “Goodness I’m so sorry,” Long slender fingers raise as you begin to explain yourself. “N-no harm done.” He mumble, you step aside meekly as he tries to collect any of the herbs that could still be used.
“I’ll g-go make some tea,” and with that, you embarrassedly excuse yourself to the kitchen.
Elon frowns to himself, not understanding why he is so jumpy. He’s taken a number of apprentices, but on one has ever rattled him this much before. To be truthful he was a lot shier than he appeared to be, under the elegant poise and slightly intimidating stature. He allows himself another frustrated sigh, as he shakes his head. Fate had brought him a most interesting apprentice. . . that is for certain.
Hi
Can I request a short about a vampire who wants to start dating but horrible with technology and tries to get help from his assistant but he ends up asking her on a date?
I had a lot of fun writing for this spooky aristocrate ehehehe, I hope you enjoy the short!
Male Vampire (Silvestris) x Female Reader
"Drat,"
Sharp taloned fingers start drumming impatiently against the dark mahogany wood of his desk.
You could already tell he was losing his patience again. You try to bite your lip, but you can't help but to smile. Working on straightening out your face before you turn around and walk back towards his desk.
A scholar? Yes. Musician and artist? Oh of course! A true Renaissance man! But Silvestris has been so out of touch with the present day that stepping back into it had been more than a little culture shock.
"May I see the phone?" You ask, holding out your hand. He gazes at you haughtily for a moment before he turns it over into your palm.
"I don't know why I am even bothering," He grumbles, "I was just fine without this blasted piece of technology. . ." Your lips quirk into a smile as you tap away on the phone's screen.
"There, right back to where you were," He slumps in his seat looking less than enthusiastic. "Oh, huzzah." He comments sarcastically. Silvestris squints in the luminous glow before his eyelids droop as his expression changes to one of lackluster.
"These present day inventions are exhausting, I've had enough for tonight."
Setting down the phone, he picks up his glass of red wine and swirls it slowly.
"All I wish is to find someone I can spend my eternity with-- some who I can trust with my true self. . ." He trails off, pointed ears twitching before he slowly turns his head to look up at you from his seat.
You blink once, and then twice, staring back at him baffled. "Ah. . . yes, sir?" You begin to worry if he is okay, he just keeps looking at you with this funny expression on his face.
He sets down his wine glass and chuckles darkly, which makes your eyes dart from the door then back to him. Your concern is certainly growing now. . .
"I must have been blind," He chuckles, "How could I have been so foolish?"
He is smiling to himself now, a clawed hand beckoning you towards him. "Come here my dulcet darling," He purrs softly, a few warning bells ringing in your head but you obey the order. He gently leads you forward until you are settled onto his lap, your eyes wide as you fluster.
"How about a stroll in the moonlight tonight, just us two? ♡"
He never imagined getting in this situation. Never imagined that in all his life, especially as a vampire, he’d ever get this hurt.
But Everette had been a poor bystander who’d been caught in the resulting plume of fine dust expelled by a garlic powder truck and pharmaceutical truck. Before the hospital had put him under in an induced coma, he had caught that much of his body had been burned by the garlic and collapsed into a liquid medication that had silver in it.
Can I get a centaur with a farrier or perhaps a barn hand or something and he accidentally steps on her foot? Or maybe she spooks him? Then like some fluff as he helps her recovery? Or will carry her where she needs to go somewhere
I’m feeling like a soulmate AU while I’m here! If you want it without, let me know!
You did your job with pride and little chit chat. Most of your clients wanted whatever shoe that was in style. Dyed metals or resin shoes or whatever else. Personally, plain metal ones were your favorites, they were easy and familiar. They were sturdy and reliable.
Of course, you were raised working with horses over centaurs and other hoofed races.
And your words, your soulmate’s first words to you, they were worrisome.
“Oh shit!”
What happened? What would happen? Were they just surprised at finding you? You’d envisioned the scenario a thousand times from the moment you could understand what the words meant.
Yet today, the lucky day for you, you found out what happened.
You sat down at your station and looked over your schedule. Your first client of the day was a female you’d had several times before. She preferred the real glitzy shoes over the practical ones. Though, you never had much cleaning to do.
You had one or two who weren’t regulars. That was fine.
As clients came and went you listened to them talk about all the things in their lives, good and bad, with the occasional word of input.
Yet, when Niska came in for his one o’clock appointment and bumped into the door, a rack of display shoes, another client, you had to bite your tongue as he was directed to your little section.
He was just here to get cleaned, clipped and his shoes replaced. Something simple. Though, before you even got to work, he’d stepped on your foot.
Now, Niska was a big centaur. His back was higher than you were tall and he had a muscular build. You let a slew of curse words that would make even the saltiest and crassest of people blush.
Niska flinched and removed his foot. You laid on the ground curled in pain. The boots you wore helped keep the foot safe but…
Niska uttered those dreaded words as staff went through the same procedures as practiced. There were posters for all kinds of situations and near everyone had been trained to react immediately. You were quickly whisked off into a ambulance.
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You were a hard worker and didn’t often call in sick. Even after they had to reset most every bone in your foot and stuck it in a boot for who knows how long, you were back into it as soon as you could be.
All your regulars had been rescheduled and your new clients passed along. You were sat on a stool while at work and did your work sitting down when you could. Everyone understood and most made comments about how you should be home resting.
You’d thank them, but laughingly tell them that rent doesn’t pay itself and you’re rather fond of eating. Just before the shop closed up, he stepped into the building with the largest bouquet and a cheesy little teddy bear.
“I know this doesn’t make it up, but I hope it’s a start.” He handed them off to you. “I had always wondered what made my soulmate swear like that… It doesn’t make me feel good that I was the cause but, I’m happy I found you.”
He held out his arm. There, in your handwriting, was a long string of expletives that insulted him, his mother, the store, and a number of other things. You showed him your tattoo. He traced the letters.
“Oh. I guess I wasn’t much better.”
“Can’t say much worse than what I did.” You looked at his arm once more. “You’re going to have that on your skin forever.”
“Eh, I like you well enough and kind of owe you.”
“It’s fine. I’m surprised they haven’t just given up and given me a prosthetic. My foots been broken so many times since I was a kid.”
“Ah- Well at least let me help you where I can. I can give you a lift, if you’d like.”
“I’ve not ridden horseback in a long while, but I can’t do that.” He went to object. “But, if you want to come back in say a week and pick me up for a date of something…”
He smiled widely. Then he turned and headed for the door.
There are, of course, millions of various ways you could die in this godforsaken landscape. Exposure. Losing your way. The ice breaking under your feet and a current pulling you away from the air. Yet here you are, a backpack full of equipment, massaging a hand warmer between your fingers as you lay still as a statue upon the packed snow. Your breath comes out in foggy puffs as you wait, eyes desperately searching for any animals that would cross your path.
And there is your first subject. A rabbit with fur that blends into the snow, cautiously hopping out from a burrow in search of food. It stops to sniff the air, eyes brown as the bark of pine. A clump of snow falls from an evergreen branch, dousing the little animal in powdery white. Its whiskers twitch just before it shakes the snow off its fur, and you could feel its frustration from where you lay.
Waiting for it to approach your range is agonizing, an exercise in patience that would have any lesser person roaring in frustration. But it pays off to stay still because soon enough the little rodent makes its way beyond its usual feeding spot. You take careful aim, moving slowly as your stiff body can manage, closing one eye, and taking in a deep breath. Then you press your finger on the trigger and fire.
the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
It was a pretty blue brindle pit bull with a large white splotch on his chest.
Butch
4.5 years old
Good with Kids and Animals.
Enjoys walks and cuddling. Prefers rope toys. Very friendly.
When you stuck your hands through the chain link gate, Butch hopped up from the blanket in the corner and pressed his face to the bars, begging for pets. He just had such a sad face.
